You were quite the exquisite appetizer <br />Bronzed biceps that caught the cascade <br />Of your waterfall hair <br />Swept back in sunlight's saunter <br />You stilled my breath <br />When your chiseled cheekbones <br />Raised as my name was voiced <br />From lips that could part the sea <br />In years so young <br />Who could've known hearts would beat <br />That loudly when pressed together <br />In your wicked wearing <br />Of delicious denim <br />I fell under the spell <br />And drank first from your well <br />Our two hands held <br />In feverish forgetfulness <br />Of the entirety of all surroundings <br />By the old mill stream <br />Nearby the pussywillow path <br />You offered a taste of honeysuckle happiness <br />As spied upon by hummingbirds <br />Our stow away hours spent in tortoise time <br />Sunburned scorched by blistering belief <br />That our octave love in perfect tune <br />When the afternoon dipped into evening <br />Tiring our tongues from talk and kisses <br />The long walk back in rhythm <br />Still unmatched and all our plans hatched <br />Your blowing brown locks as long as mine <br />From behind we were recognized the same <br />With berry stains, just below our pockets <br />From where we wiped our hands <br />Our frayed Levis cuffed up wet <br />From the long lazy stroll through the stream <br />That never quite cooled our heated hearts <br />And revisits now, a beautiful dream<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delicious-denim/
